33. Best. Workout. Ever.

THIRTY-THREE

BEST. WORKOUT. EVER.

Dessa

I twist my head on the pillow. The other side of the bed is empty. I sit halfway up and peek at the clock before flopping down and throwing the blanket over my face. It's way too early to be up, especially after the sex coma Garrett put me in last night. To say he's making up for lost time is an understatement. I'm pretty sure if I try to walk, I'll be a little bowlegged. Who knew baseball players had so much stamina?

Besides the sex, I love being with Garrett. It's like having my best friend back. We joke, we laugh, we chill, and it's all so comfortable. But the distance sucks. Long-distance relationships…er, friendships, or whatever we are: zero stars. Do not recommend. At this point, I'm one hundred percent invested. He's my one. My only. My forever .

A door clicks shut followed by footsteps. As they grow louder, I peek my head over the edge of the blanket. I'm greeted by a six-foot-four baseball Adonis wearing black gym shorts that hang low on his hips. I suck my bottom lip in my mouth. He lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, exposing his chiseled abs and the dark strip of hair that disappears under his waistband. Instantly, my nipples grow hard. This is what I want to wake up to everyday.

After I finish drooling, I finally weave together enough words to form a complete sentence. "You worked out this morning?"

"Yeah. A workout is a great way to start the day." He yanks his shirt over his head.

Let more ogling commence. "But it's like nine in the morning." I sit up a little farther on the bed and prop myself against the headboard. "Your idea and my idea of working out are two completely different things. I prefer my workouts without clothes and in bed." A sultry smile plays on my lips.

Lust fills his irises as he stalks toward me. His palms rest on either side of my hips and he leans in, his lips inches from mine. "I could get on board with the no clothes." His mouth slants over mine in a brief kiss. Then he presses a kiss to my cheek and down to my jaw. His hot breath sends a chill through my entire body. "I could give you a workout right now," he murmurs against my skin.

I lift my chin and turn my head to the side to give him better access as he places open mouth kisses on my neck. "Does me watching you work out count as a workout? Because I'd totally be down to watch you do some pushups." I drag my fingers over his forearm and up to his bicep.

"That could work." He untangles me from the blanket. His heated gaze rakes over my bare legs, my navy blue lace panties, and stops at the Warblers logo across my chest. My hard nipples stretch the dark gray fabric. "Get on the floor." His voice is deep and gravelly, like he's fighting the need to ravish me right this second.

I scoot to the edge of the bed, and he helps me off. I sit cross-legged in the middle of the expansive bedroom floor. "What are you doing?"

"Just trust me. This will be enjoyable for the both of us. Spread your legs."

I inch my legs apart.

"More than that." He grips my knees and spreads my legs until I'm practically doing the splits. Then he situates himself in the pushup position between my legs.

My eyebrows pinch together. "What are you doing?"

He smirks. "We're both going to enjoy my workout." He bends his elbows and lowers himself to the ground. When his face is hovering inches above the apex of my thighs, instead of pushing up, he runs the tip of his nose over my lace-covered pussy. My breath hitches as a scattering of goosebumps covers my arms. When he pushes up, he peers up at me and winks before he lowers himself again. This time he peeks his tongue out and presses it against the lace. A shiver runs up my spine. He does it again and again. Each time the thin fabric grows more damp.

Before he descends again, he says, "Take them off."

Without hesitation, I lift myself up and slip one leg through the waistband and let them dangle around my ankle on my other leg. He dips again, this time licking up the length of my pussy. I moan from the contact.

He pushes up. "Spread yourself with your fingers. I want to see you glistening for me." With two fingers, I do what he says. "Fucking gorgeous. Just waiting to be devoured." When he lowers himself again, he holds his position as his tongue laps at my pussy. I cry out his name as I buck my hips, wanting more of him. He pushes up. "Fuck, my girl is greedy. I better give her what she wants."

"Yesss." My teeth sink into my bottom lip. The anticipation of his mouth on me again drives me wild.

This time, when he lowers himself to the floor, he drops to his elbows and wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me in place. He continues lapping and sucking at my pussy. With two fingers he spears my entrance, filling me, and my hips jerk.

My mouth falls open on a gasp. "Oh! Oh yes! Right there. More. I need more." I reach up and dig my fingers into his hair, holding him in place. With every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers inside me, my body lights up like a firework display.

"I'll give you everything, Tates. Everything." He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.

My body jerks as my grip on his hair tightens. With the flat of his tongue, he gives me another teasing lick. "I want. To give. You. Everything. I—I—I love—" My eyes roll to the back of my head. The slow burn that started in my belly finally explodes as pure, blissful pleasure roars through me. "Oh. God. Garrett!" I clench around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash into me. My breathing slowly returns to normal as my orgasm subsides. Garrett crawls up my body, and I cup his cheek with one hand, the short stubble tickling my fingertips. His lips press to mine. I taste myself on him and for some reason, it turns me on even more.

"How was that work out?" he murmurs against my lips.

"Every morning should start with a workout."

"You know what needs to be done after a workout?"

I shake my head, still recuperating from my orgasm.

"Shower." He pushes off the floor and stands .

Desire pools between my legs once again when I catch sight of his cock tenting his shorts, the loose fabric doing nothing to conceal his hard-on. He holds his hand out and I wrap my fingers around his before he tugs me up. We enter the en suite bathroom, a long two-sink vanity sits on the right, and along the far wall is an enormous walk-in tile shower with glass walls. He turns on the hot water and when he returns, I wrap my fingers around the hem of my shirt to lift and then he takes over, the fabric dragging up my body and over my head.

He cups each breast, his thumbs brushing over each stiff nipple. "All I want to do is wrap my lips round your tight nipples and suck." His tongue peeks out, wetting his bottom lip. Slowly, his hooded gaze drifts to mine. Steam billows out of the shower surrounding us in a haze. "But if I start now, I won't stop. And I have so much more planned for you."

"If that's the case, you're still wearing too many clothes." I hook my thumbs into the elastic waistband of his shorts and yank down. The thin, silky fabric drops to the floor. His long, thick cock juts out, brushing against my hip as a bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. His hand clasps around the nape of my neck and he hauls my mouth to his in a searing kiss. With our lips fused together, he pushes forward until hot water rains down, cocooning us from the outside world. My hands roam over the planes of his body, over every dip and curve of his chest and abs, until my fingers wrap around his cock.

A low, rough sound comes from the back of his throat. "What do you want, Tates?"

I stroke him once. "I want this." I stroke him again. "In me." Three times. "Fucking me."

He spins me around, pressing my back to his front. His cock slides in the crack of my ass as his hand snakes up my belly, past my tits, until his fingers wrap around my throat. My head falls back, hitting his chest, and his other hand lands between my legs. His finger runs up and down my slit.

"How do you want it?" His words are a whisper against my ear. "Should I bend you over and fuck you from behind? Or should I pick you up and thrust my dick into you?" My breath hitches at the last one. "I got my answer."

He nips and sucks on my skin below my ear as the water from the rain shower pours over us. It's exotic and sensual at the same time. I press my ass into him and bend my knees slightly, so his cock slides between my cheeks.

"Fuck," he growls, slow and deep, "I need to be inside you." He spins me in his arms and lifts me like I weigh nothing.

My legs wrap around his waist, anticipation building as I wait for his cock to fill me, but nothing happens. I drop my gaze as I run my hand over his cheek. "What's wrong?"

"Condoms are in the other room."

I press my lips together. This is Garrett. I trust him wholeheartedly. "I'm on birth control. We can go without."

"Are you sure? I get tested regularly. I'm negative." The tip of his nose brushes against mine.

"Same." With my hand, I move his head, lining my lips up with his, and kiss him. It's gentle and sweet. My tongue curls around his, sliding back and forth. He presses me against the glass wall and reaches between us. He lines himself up with my entrance before pushing me down. His cock fills me, stretches me. I break away from our kiss so I can breathe.

He continues to thrust into me, keeping a steady rhythm. "I love this between us. No barriers. You feel so fucking good."

My nails dig into his shoulders. I'm almost positive I'll leave permanent indents. "Yes! Yes! Me too." My clit rubs on his pubic bone in just the right way sending waves of euphoria rippling through me, causing my body to come alive. The pressure builds and builds inside me like a pressure cooker. "I'm not going to last much longer."

"You feel too good. Your tight pussy is choking my dick." His grunts mix with my moans.

"Garrett. Oh. Garrett."

"Let go, Tates, I'm right behind you."

Somehow, he pushes deeper, and I cry out. My moans and whimpers echo across the tile. A second later, his dick twitches, and his hot cum spills inside me. He continues to pump his hips until every last drop is gone. I brush a strand of wet hair off my forehead. Holy shit. Shower sex needs to be added to the rotation. Garrett pulls out of me and sets me on my wobbly feet.

He cups my cheeks and rests his forehead against mine. His breathing is still slightly labored. "That was…"

I smile. "Best. Workout. Ever."

"That's what I was thinking too." He presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss. We finish the rest of our shower while keeping our hands to ourselves, mostly. Once we're finished, Garrett wraps a towel around me before grabbing one for himself. He steps into the bedroom while I dry my hair. A booming voice echoes through the apartment, and I freeze.

"Put your dick away, Playboy! We have to get to the stadium!"

"You're the only one who needs to put his dick away!" Garrett yells back.

"If you didn't want me entering, you should have put the dripping ice cream hair tie on the doorknob. That's what it's for," the other voice says.

He pokes his head through the doorway. "Don't worry about him. That's Randy Wilcox. We call him Smokey. He sounds like a chain smoker, yet he's never touched a cigarette in his life. Between me, him, and Joe, we kind of have an open-door policy. Unless there's a certain hair tie on the door, but it resembles more of a dripping cone of jizz than ice cream." He shakes his head and I laugh. "When you're finished getting ready, come out and I'll introduce you to everyone."

I nod. Why does meeting the friends seem so serious? Maybe because I'm new to this entire side of his life. Both nerves and excitement twist in my gut. I'm nervous because I've never met them before and excited because we're taking a new step in our relationship. My hands tremble as I delve into my suitcase, sifting through the contents until I find a pink Warblers shirt and a pair of jean shorts. I shove my feet into a pair of strappy sandals while I run a brush through my hair. After I apply a light covering of make-up, I blow out a deep breath. Here's to the next step.